Everyone piled into Jake's new truck again, and they were once more on their way to Frank's apartment.

When they pulled up to the building and got out, Frank's eyes were drawn to a shiny new silver car that was parked nearby.

"Frank?" said Alex, sounding excited when she saw what he was looking at.

"Whose car is that? It's nice."

Alex's face fell, but then she smirked. "It's yours."

Frank's eyebrow shot up, and he walked over to the beautiful Volvo S80. Peering inside, he couldn't help but smile.

"Oh no, Frank, don't you be getting any ideas!" said his mother.

Frank looked at her.

Alanur smiled, shaking her head. "When he got his first car, I went with him to pick it up," she told everyone. "My wonderful, good-head-on-his-shoulders son got in, started it up, and immediately jumped onto the highway; proceeding to show me just how fast that car could go."

Monica gasped. "Did he have much experience yet?"

Alanur nodded. "When I said his first car, I meant his first 'new' one. My Frankie was always such a good driver," she said, patting his cheek. "That's why I didn't expect him to do that."

Frank couldn't help but smile, even though he couldn't remember the incident.

"Nobody's perfect," said Cody, as they started for the door.

When they walked into the apartment, Frank was surprised at what he saw. His desk at work may have lacked personality, but his apartment was very nicely furnished. Taking into account his nice car and home, he suddenly realized that he must make a pretty good amount of money.

But still, nothing seemed familiar.

Frank walked over to the couch and sat down, too overwhelmed with everything to deal with exploring his apartment for memories.

Alanur went into the kitchen, prepared to cook and get some food into her boy. Looking in the fridge and cabinets, she didn't find anything suitable. Going back into the livingroom, she approached her son.

"What would you like to eat, Frank?" she asked him.

Everyone looked at him, wondering if he'd remember his partiality to Chinese food.

Frank thought for a minute. "A peanut butter and banana sandwich."

If he'd been paying attention, Frank would've seen everyone's mouths drop open.

"Did Frank just say what I think he said?" Monica whispered to Alex, who nodded.

Alanur was the only one smiling. She ran back into the kitchen, only to come back a minute later, empty handed. "You have no bananas," she said.

"Oh," Frank replied.

Everyone looked at Alanur, askance.

She suddenly noticed the surprised looks on their faces. "Frank loved to eat peanut butter and bananas when he was a child."

The team's confused looks turned into smiles.

"I'll go buy some bananas," said Monica.

"I have an idea," said Jake. "How about you pick up some Chinese? Maybe Frank'll remember it."

Monica nodded, and left.

********************

"Why?"

Alex shrugged. "I have no idea why Chinese people eat with chopsticks, Frank."

Frank made a face, as he looked at the chopsticks he was holding. "How do they pick up the rice?"

"Like this," said Cody, who stuck his chopsticks into his fried rice and took some out, dropping it all, on the way to his mouth.

Everyone chuckled, including Frank.

"Forks are easier," Jake said.

Cody suddenly looked at Jake, with a goofy look on his face. "Got any flied lice?"

Jake smiled, knowing the answer he was looking for. "It's fried rice, you plick!"*

Alex and Monica laughed, while Frank frowned.

"What's a 'plick'?" he asked.

Cody started choking on his food, and Monica had to whack him on the back as everyone busted out laughing.

Frank merely looked at everyone as if they were insane, as they laughed. With a shrug, he resumed eating.

As Frank ate, everyone couldn't help but watch him. Unfortunately, he didn't recall Chinese having been his favorite food, but nobody told him which dish he liked best, wondering if he'd remember it.

"What do you like the most, Frank?" Monica asked.

Frank swallowed before he answered. "That," he said, pointing to the sweet&sour chicken.

Everyone broke into huge smiles.

Frank frowned. "What?"

"That's your favorite," said Alex. "Sweet and sour chicken."

Frank smiled, considering that progress.

"I bet they didn't feed you food this good in the hospital," said Cody.

"No, they didn't," Frank agreed, with a yawn.

"Uh oh, looks like it's past someone's bedtime," Cody added.

Alanur rose from her seat, taking her son's arm. "Go take a nap, dear."

Frank nodded sleepily, letting her lead him to his room.

Alex and Jake exchanged glances. "When do we leave for Egypt?" Alex asked.

Jake shrugged, looking towards Frank's room. "Not sure. How long you think we should let him rest up for?"

"A few months," said Monica.

Everyone looked at her.

"But we can't wait that long, so a few days, I guess."

Alanur came out of Frank's room, approaching the table. "He's asleep already."

Alex sighed, at Alanur's sad look. "He'll be fine," she told her, as she sat back at the table.

Alanur nodded, not answering.

********************

A few days later, they were all standing at a private runway at the Chicago/O'Hare airport, ready to board the FBI jet.

Frank had been pretty quiet so far that day, but no one paid it much heed, thinking perhaps that he was nervous about whether or not he'd regain his memory in his homeland.

But the truth was, Frank had woken up with his head aching more today then it had the past few days. He was extremely annoyed, for his head had hurt every single day since his injury, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Frank?"

Frank came back to reality to see his mother gesturing for him to go up the steps to the plane. He obeyed, with faithful Jake holding onto his arm so he couldn't possibly trip.

When they stepped into the plane, Frank was surprised at the interior. It looked like the inside of a house, rather then a plane. There was a couch, love seat, TV, a fridge…

"Wow," Cody exclaimed. "A person could live in this thing."

"For the next several hours, you're going to," said a female voice.

Turning, they saw a woman standing nearby.

"You the doctor or the pilot?" Jake asked, not able to tell by the suit she was wearing.

She smiled. "The doctor." She reached a hand to touch Frank's arm. "And this is the patient," she stated, rather then asked.

"Frank Donovan," Frank told her.

"I know your name."

Frank frowned. "Have we ever met?"

She shook her head. "My name is Angela, and no, we don't know each other." She smiled again. "Well, we do now, actually!" She took his arm, leading him further into the plane. "Why don't you lie down, the plane will be taking off soon."

Alanur and Frank's team followed them, sitting on the couches and chairs as Frank sat on the bed that had been placed nearby.

The plane's pilot came into the cabin then, and saw that everyone had boarded. "Frank?"

Frank looked at him, and frowned as the man came closer.

"Do you remember me?" the pilot asked.

Frank sighed inwardly. He felt like he was hurting everyone's feelings when he said 'no'.

Frank's hesitation was all the answer the pilot needed. "Oh man. This really stinks." He sighed, himself. "We attended the police academy together, when we were both all of 22 years old."

Frank thought harder. Everyone saw the effort he was putting into it, and when they saw him wince and rub his forehead, they all winced too.

"It's all right, Frank," the still-unnamed pilot said, walking closer. "I understand. Don't hurt yourself, or something," he said, seeing that thinking so hard was obviously painful for Frank.

Frank sighed, still rubbing his forehead. He lowered his hand, and looked at the friend he couldn't remember. "Sorry."

"Sam," the pilot said. "Don't be sorry, Frank, it isn't your fault."

Frank sighed again, and looked down.

Sam patted his friend's shoulder, and looked at the others. "We'll be taking off in a few minutes."

Everyone nodded, sitting back down, Alanur moving to sit on the bed with Frank.

Angela got to work. "Take these," she said, handing Frank two pills.

Frank was so used to taking medicine, that he took them from her without question.

As Frank popped them into his mouth, Alanur threw a glance at the doctor. "What were those?" she asked, nervously.

"Sedatives," said Angela. "If we're to minimize the risk of further bleeding, he needs to be kept still and quiet."

Suddenly the plane's engines came to life, and everyone sat down.

Angela took out a blood pressure cuff, and proceeded to fasten it around Frank's arm. After taking the reading, she slung the stethoscope around her neck, leaving the cuff on Frank, who started to remove it.

"No," said Angela, stopping him. "You have to leave it on. It's my best tool on this flight; if your blood pressure drops, it may be an indication of bleeding."

Frank blinked sleepily, the fast-acting sedatives already starting to take effect.

Alanur gently tugged on his arm, to get him to lie down.

Frank submitted gladly, closing his eyes and keeping them that way.

The plane finished taxi-ing, and slowly left the ground, quickly gaining altitude.

Cody dashed over to the window, watching gleefully. "I love planes!" he exclaimed.

The plane straightened out, and the rest of the team got up to look out the window. They were relieved to see that Sam kept the plane at a pretty low altitude.

Turning back, Alex and Jake walked back to the couch, watching as Angela took the sleeping Frank's blood pressure again.

She saw their nervous expressions. "His BP is stable so far."

Everyone smiled, in relief.

* That hysterical quote was from 'Lethal Weapon 4'. Mel Gibson was making fun of a Chinese badguy when he said that, but it ended up backfiring on the guy with his answer, LOLOL!